John C. McCornack
Yukon, Oklahoma

Tipping Cows A cow is such a humble creature, She looks at you with liquid gaze Accepting her life's simple place She stands hock high with artless grace In buttercups and Queen Anne's lace. And when night drops its mantle deep She tumbles into humble sleep. So when three dark-hooded men Sidle up beside her flank, and then With one gigantic push and bound Topple her upon the ground, This ponderous bovinity Succumbs to loss of dignity And finds that her pastoral mound Is suddenly turned upside down: What shame she feels, what loss of face, How humiliating, what disgrace! Legs akimbo, udders flapping Caught off guard in placid napping... Why, with such a deed nefarious, Should this, I ask, seem so hilarious! *** It is a fact, and not just rumor-- Cows really have no sense of humor. Nancy Fitz-Gerald Viens Copyright © May 1997

Milk cows

Red dirt cloud background

Downtown Yukon

Red Dirt Lake At the break of dawn we rise to work and play Farmers working on the farm, children stay free from harm As we do our chores, tilling soil or in the barn We all do our share at the red dirt farm... Thankful for the jobs we can tend to now And the health we have, so we can work all day With the rising sun, we tend to cattle in the fields At the red dirt farm, we are busy all the day But when the sun is high in the noon day sky The work must slow and we all take a break Dad and I grab a pole and we walk to yonder field And we sit and rest at the red dirt lake If the fish don't bite, that is quite all right Dad will tell me some stories of the time I was born And he tells me things that I really need to know It's our special time on our red dirt farm. With the cattle grazing in the fields so green He says, son these things I tell you for your sake Thank the Lord each day as you work or play I wouldn't trade our breaks at the red dirt lake. ImAuthor4U © 2000 Jene's Poetry Corner

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Grady County Sunset

Cow Tipping The normally quiet country around Cloud Chief Would once again became alive with anticipation When the calendar said it was New Year's night For it was time to look for the cow population Teams were formed and many challenges issued Shortly before midnight and on for another hour Happy sounds of one more success would ring out As cows tumbled to the ground by our willpower ----- John

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